Novel Full Chapter 1812: Consumed
Chapter 1812: Consumed
Villain Ch 1812. Consumed
It was too much.
Every brush of his hips against hers, every rough stroke of his hand over that most sensitive spot, every low groan rumbling from his chest—it drove her higher, tighter, until her body screamed for release.
And then—
It hit.
The pleasure crashed through her.
She cried out, her voice breaking on his name, her whole body tightening around him as wave after wave rolled through her.
Her nails dug into her palms, her legs clamped desperately around his waist. She was lost, undone, consumed.
“Allen—ahh—!”
He kissed her then, swallowing her cries, groaning against her lips as she shuddered beneath him. But he didn’t stop.
Even as her body pulsed and clenched, even as she whimpered from the intensity of her climax, Allen kept moving. Steady. Relentless.
He hadn’t finished.
Her head spun as he drove her through her high, his rhythm pushing deeper, harder, until she thought she’d break apart again. The pleasure was overwhelming, too much for her virgin body to process, but Allen didn’t let her go.
His grip on her wrists tightened, his other hand tracing her hip, grounding her as his breath grew harsher. “Almost—” he grunted, voice strained.
Azura whimpered, still trembling, still reeling, but she tilted her head up to kiss him back, desperate to give him something, anything.
And then—
His body shuddered. His hips pressed deep, burying himself inside her one final time as he groaned, low and rough, against her mouth.
She felt it—the heat, the release, the way his body locked.
Her body jolted again, overstimulated, but she couldn’t stop kissing him. Couldn’t stop clinging to him, even as her chest heaved with ragged breaths.
When he finally stilled, his weight heavy over her, he broke the kiss only to press his forehead to hers. His breathing was uneven, his voice low.
“…You’re mine now.”
Her heart stuttered. Her face burned.
She couldn’t even answer, not properly. Just nodded faintly, her lips parting on a shaky breath.
Allen pulled back carefully, slow enough that her body winced from the sensitivity. She felt the faint sting, the ache of her first time—her virgin blood marking the couch cushion.
Azura gasped, embarrassed, her hands twitching to cover herself.
But Allen was already moving.
He took his shirt, folded it once, and slid it beneath her hips, covering the stain. His gaze flicked back to her, cool and composed again. “Wait here.”
Her breath caught. “Allen—”
But he was already rolling off, pulling the condom free. He tied it off neatly, placed it aside, and looked down at it for one brief second.
It was full.
Azura’s cheeks burned hotter than fire. She couldn’t stop herself from glancing at it. The white liquid inside. His release. There was so much of it.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. “It’s a lot,” she whispered.
His lips parted, flustered. “I can see that. Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, smirking faintly.
Azura’s eyes lingered on the condom longer than she meant to. The sheer amount inside made her throat tighten, heat rushing straight to her face. She couldn’t imagine it—if all of that had spilled into her instead. Her stomach flipped at the thought, her thighs clenching together instinctively.
Mortified, she buried her face in her hands, her heart still hammering, her body still trembling from everything. The ache between her legs, the faint sting, the aftershocks of pleasure—it was all too much, and yet not enough.
Allen’s voice cut through her haze, calm but commanding. “Where’s the towel?”
Azura peeked out from between her fingers, her voice small. “Top drawer… in my room.”
He didn’t hesitate. He rose, his movements efficient, and disappeared down the hall.
She sat there on the couch, naked, flushed, trying to steady her breathing. Her gaze drifted again, despite herself, to the discarded condom. Her chest squeezed. ’That was inside him. That was because of me.’
Before she could spiral further, Allen returned. He crouched down beside her, towel in hand.
And then, carefully, almost reverently, he dabbed at her thighs.
His touch was different now—no longer teasing, no longer demanding. Gentle. Precise. As if she were something precious he needed to tend to, not a battlefield he’d just conquered.
Azura shivered, her cheeks still hot. She wanted to tell him she could do it herself, that she wasn’t helpless—but the words died in her throat when she saw his face.
Cool. Composed. Focused entirely on her.
Like she was the only thing in the world worth his attention.
Her chest tightened, her heart racing again for an entirely different reason.
Azura’s eyes widened. “W-wait—let me clean myself—”
“No.” His voice left no room for argument. “You need a bath.”
Her chest tightened. “Allen—”
He didn’t let her finish. He slid an arm under her knees, another around her back, and in one smooth motion, he lifted her off the couch.
Azura yelped, her arms instinctively flying around his neck, clinging to him. “Allen!”
He smirked, carrying her easily toward the bathroom. “Told you. You’re mine.”
Her heart thundered against her ribs, her face pressed against his shoulder as the steady beat of his steps carried her forward.
The scent of him—sweat, heat, something faintly cedar—surrounded her. The warmth of his chest, the strength of his arms. It was overwhelming all over again.
And yet… she didn’t want to let go.
Her mind spun as he nudged the bathroom door open with his foot. The lights clicked on, spilling brightness across the tiles. He set her down carefully on the counter, his hands lingering on her thighs.
Her body still ached. Her heart still raced. Her thoughts were a blur of shame and desire and disbelief.
’I just had sex with him.’
Allen reached for the faucet, running the bath with calm, efficient movements. His gaze flicked back to her once, his lips curling faintly.
“You did well,” he murmured. “Better than I expected.”
Azura’s cheeks burned. “Don’t say it like that…”
“Why not?” His eyes sharpened, his smirk deepening. “You’ll hear it often.”
Her pulse skipped again. Her lips trembled, but she couldn’t look away from him.